Yet Another Reason Why I Love Him...

(Note: This takes place as I'm describing a dream I had in which I arrive at work to find a bunch of people unplugging things, emptying out my drawers, moving desks & file cabinets, and just making a complete mess of my office under the guise of having to do some upgrades to the building or something)

Me: And then this girl, who supposedly works with these people, smarts off to me for no good reason. I was like, "Look, I'm not paying you to be a f*cking bitch to me!"
Him: Yeah, because that's YOUR job.
Me: Damn right. Good answer...